Page 66 of Dirty Little Secret
She shook her head as Aunt Nancy put her palm over her face in embarrassment. “For the record, I’m not an alcoholic, or drug addict, nor am I promiscuous, or any of the other things you’ve probably been thinking about me, Kane Price,” she stated for all of us to hear.
“What’s promiscuous mean?” Fox blurted.
“Never mind,” I grumbled, then looked at Zandra. “And I’m sorry for even saying those things out loud. In my defense, I didn’t know he was eavesdropping on my private conversations with other people.”
“Yeah, Dad.” He tossed the ball up really high then looked at me. “I’m pretty much always listening.”
“Good to know,” I said, then got the drinks.
Zandra looked back and forth at my aunt and uncle. “So you two tracked down my family, found the adoption agency I registered at, and even managed to get my son in the end. That’s just plain amazing to me. How’d you do it?”
My uncle laughed. “I was in Special Ops in the Navy.”
“And I was a secretary for a private investigator,” Aunt Nancy added. “Together, we were an unbeatable team. Kane’s parents called us in as soon as Kane told them the news. We all wanted to make sure the baby got to stay in the family.”
Uncle James went on, “We took him home a couple of days after he was born. We were going to keep Fox whether he was really Kane’s or not. But we didn’t want to introduce Kane to the baby until we knew for certain whether he was his or not.”
“So we waited for the DNA test to come back,” Aunt Nancy said as she popped the top on her beer. “A week later we knew Fox was indeed Kane’s, and we brought him home to Charleston to meet his father and grandparents.”
Zandra looked a little misty-eyed. “And he’s always lived in a home with a loving family. You have no idea how many nights I lay awake, worrying about him, wondering if he was okay. And to find out that he was more than okay … it means everything to me.” A tear fell down her cheek, and I leaned over, wiping it away.
“I know now that I should’ve tried to contact you once you turned eighteen.” I put my arm around her shoulders, giving her a little squeeze. “I knew your parents must’ve had a lot to do with you giving the baby up, from the story your neighbor told me. But a part of me thought that you would’ve found some way to keep him if you’d really wanted to. I had no idea the extent they would go to keep you from talking to anyone. I’m so sorry for that, Zandra.”
The way she leaned her head on my shoulder made my heart race. “I don’t blame you, Kane. Don’t be sorry for anything. I’m just so glad you’ve been such a great father to him. You have no idea how grateful I am to you and your whole family.”
Fox had to chime in, “And I’m grateful for you, Mom.” He came up behind her and put his arms around her neck. “I love you so much.” Then he kissed her cheek, making the tears really pour from her pretty blue eyes.
I laughed and got up to grab some napkins for her. “I’ve got ya.”
“I’m sorry for being so emotional.” She took the napkins I handed her, drying her tears. “I’m not usually like this.”
Aunt Nancy reached over, patting her on the leg. “It’s understandable, honey. Tell me, have you ever gotten any help after the trauma you’ve been through?”
I knew that was a touchy subject, so I tried to change the topic of conversation. “So, who wants to help me in the kitchen for a few minutes? Zandra?”
“Oh, yeah, I can help.” She got up, sniffling still, and came with me.
“We’ll hang out here with Fox,” Uncle James called out to us.
Zandra leaned in close to whisper, “Thank you.”
“No problem.” I led her into the kitchen and went to get the meat from the fridge. “I didn’t really need any help. I just thought you needed saving.”
“I figured.” She leaned back against the counter then blew her nose. “Where’s the trash can?”
I pointed at the door behind her. “Behind that door.”
She walked away and I watched her go. Her ass looked so enticing in the shorts she wore, which fit her just right. “Those blue jean shorts and that white T-shirt look good on you, Zandra.”
When she came back out, she had a grin on her face. “You think so?”
My cock sprang to attention as she walked toward me. Her tits bounced just the slightest bit under her shirt. Her dark hair cascaded around her shoulders. Then she was right there, within reach. But my hands were filled with a tray of meat.
“I do think so. And I think they’re gonna look even better when they’re spread all over my bedroom floor. After I take each piece off of that smoking hot body, one at a time.” I leaned over the tray and pecked her on the cheek.
With a little giggle, she turned away from me. “Kane Price, the things you do to my body are unreal.”
Following right behind her, I watched her sweet ass sway with each step. “What I’m going to do to you later will be very real, baby. Very real.”
